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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:10 pm
Alphonse laughed aloud at himself and shook his head. He had completely overreacted! Alphonse was a strangely unsuspicious fellow; he did not question Lance's veracity. "What an interesting project... I think I will avoid it as though my life depends on it."
Mallory took a discreet step away from Lance. While he was certainly a bit tense, he had not at all expected a stranger to notice and take action. It was unusual enough to be embarrassing. Mallory supposed it should not be, but should and should not hardly mattered; he was nonetheless flushed with color.
Alphonse's attention is drawn by Mallory's stepping away. He looks to Mallory with raised eyebrow, likely expecting some explanation or sign. He got nothing from Mallory who seemed determined not to look at him at all.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:53 pm
Lance looked back at Mallory. He had stepped out of arm rang. " You ok honey?" he asked concerned. The boy was so tense, he needed some love. He rested his hand on one hip, and then smirked slightly. "It looks to me like you need some fun time." He chuckled and spun on his heel. He gestured for them to follow and walked from the dinning room and into the parlor where Toby and Mark had fallen asleep together on the couch. He took a seat in a chair and waited for them to sit. "That's just Toby and Mark, pay them no mind, they did not get any sleep last night. We were very busy"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:11 pm
If Mallory thought he was done with being embarrassed, he was entirely incorrect. Certainly no one had ever called him honey in all the years of his young life. "I am not certain I wish to ask what you mean by fun time." Mallory says lightly, trying to shake off the embarrassment by feigning nonchalance. It was not really working, but he would settle for convincing the others at least. "It sounds entirely too much like something mon père would say." Mallory started to follow Lance, then paused to look at Franky. He was supposed to be helping him after all.
Alphonse shoos his son onward, trying with only partial success to conceal his amusement. "Go on, boy. You seem to have made yourself a new friend and God knows you could use a few." Alphonse was silent with his agreement that Mallory could use some 'fun time'.
"Very well, father. I've promised him use of some of my clothing; please see to it." Mallory followed Lance to the parlor and just blinked at two more fellows he did not know asleep together there. Lance indicated he should pay no mind and so, from that moment, he did not.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:32 pm
Franky glared at Alphonse a second and studied him. "So, you are his father? Smart boy, sad that he has to watch you seduce a younger girl though." Franky shook his head, chuckling the meanwhile.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:40 pm
Alphonse laughed loudly at Franky's words, spreading his arms wide. "I am over three hundred years old; it is terribly difficult to find, let alone chase, anyone my age. Besides that, I assure you that despite her youthful appearance Alexia is no girl. She is a woman fully matured and every inch the lady. Now, have you any other erroneous assumptions about matters which do not concern you? Or shall we get to the business of dressing you?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:55 pm
"What worries me is that you are not fit to take care of a great man like Mallroy. It worries me that you are not aware of his feelings towards you doing this with a girl that appears to be his age or at least 3 years older. I am 250, it is time I find love to. But I haven't. Have I?" Franky said. "Now, please lead me to where to where the clothes are if you do not mind."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:03 pm
Alphonse 's smile disappears. "Do not presume to tell me I am not fit to care for mon fils. You tread on dangerous ground, monsieur. You have known him less than a day; I have cared for him since he suckled at his mother's breast. You have no right." Alphonse left the room, expecting Franky would follow. And if he did not, then who cared? Good riddance to the audacious little man.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:14 pm
"I am aware I tread on dangerous ground, I did not sign up to become a vampire. No-one handed me a clip-bpard saying "would you like to be a vampire?" No, they didn't. No-one handed you a clipboard saying "would you like to be a father?" Franky snorted and walked away, keeping his eyes on Alphonse.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:34 pm
Alphonse ignores the whining drone of Franky's complaints. He frankly did not care how very put upon he felt by being turned. Alphonse knew few, especially of their age, who had been turned willingly and so it seemed a rather pointless thing to cry over like a child. He could hardly decipher want point Franky thought he was making. Alphonse led Franky first to the bathroom. "Clean clothes will do you little good until you have cleansed, of course. I will return for you." He finds a clean towel and cloth to give to Franky before heading to his room and thumbing through Mallory's neatly folded clothing. He considered leaving Franky without any assistance at all, but he had urged Mallory ahead. If he did not take care of it there would be another pointless argument.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:41 am
Franky undressed, closed the door and hopped in the shower turning on the water. "The people here are open-minded, this should be quite the stay." He continued washing until the water around the drain was not black anymore. ThenFrankye got out and wrapped a towel around himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 12:21 pm
Alphonse returns with an armload of clothing and knocks on the bathroom door. He's brought black jeans and a red, button down shirt with some fanciful abstract pattern and collar and cuff; the sort of thing Mallory tended to wear often. "It is Alphonse. I have brought clothing."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 1:39 pm
"Forgive me for acting like a brat to her."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:11 pm
"Lance did not know a lick of French so he cocked his head to one side. "Mon Peair?" He asked very much amused with the boy. He had a strong American accent and knew only a small amount of German because Jeremy cursed him in his native tongue when he got upset. "Who might I ask is that?" He kicked off his black dress shoes to reveal fish net stocking covering his feet. He had not had much time to get ready back at his house so he had slipped a pair of tight black jeans over his lounging clothes. He threw his feet over the side of the arm and leaned back restring comfortably. He reached his hand back to grab the tie holding his hair back. He tugged it gently and his silver hair fell apart to look much more natural.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 4:40 pm
Franky opened the door and took the clothes. "Thank you Alphonse, I appreciate it. I hope you do not take to much of an offense to our conversation from earlier."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:22 pm
"Mon pére, my father." Mallory replied with a smile. Lance's attempt to pronounce the word was... interesting. Alright, it was pretty funny. "You have met him. His idea of fun always involves a woman, occasionally involves two and preferably involves them naked." Mallory sat down with ankle crossed over knee and found his attention drawn to Lance's feet. It was such a strange sight to see for him that it took him a moment to realize why they had caught his attention. "Stockings? You are wearing stockings?"
"It matters not, Monsieur. Regardless of our words, Mallory is still mon fils, my son. Speaking of the boy, was there anything else you asked of him?" Alphonse remained outside of the bathroom waiting for Franky to get dressed.
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